Back to Basics
Back rubs by the fire place
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
You bad, Bad when you come to me
The liquor in the cup got us moving
Feels like 100 Degrees, we could book an uber
Girl I can promise the heat isn't gon' be cooler
I put some drinks in the cooler
Baby girl you make a nigga hard
With your eyes like Medusa
Press it like a push-up, Baby I'm the boss
I make my own beats so you can call me the Producer yeah
Bring your girls to the studio, We'll make a movie
All the things you'd never do before, but now you do em
Im on hoe patrol, going stupid with the whole patron
Counting provolone, that fancy cheese
Shorty out the streets
Baby put your costume on and we can play police
Put your hands up girl, Ima put you in some handcuffs
And knock it out the park with some motherfuckin back-shots
Back rubs by the fire place
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
So baby what's it gon' be, Who you gon' choose
I done seen it all so what's to prove
Baby take a shot and get loose, take off them shoes
And you can leave your clothes up out the room
So let's do it, Put it on me babe
There's finesse to it, I'll go in all the way
I hit your G-spot girl
Got you screaming out my name
Don't let the heat out girl
Yeah we steaming up the panes
Of the windows
A nigga go where the wind blows
Shorty when you coming with me
I really wanna see where you go
When you leave
I watch your hm, and you clapping them two cheeks
I slide like toosie
So baby girl jump in the two-seater... yeah
Back rubs by the fire place
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
You bad, Bad when you come to me
The liquor in the cup got us moving
Feels like 100 Degrees, we could book an uber
Girl I can promise the heat isn't gon' be cooler
I put some drinks in the cooler
Baby girl you make a nigga hard
With your eyes like Medusa
Press it like a push-up, Baby I'm the boss
I make my own beats so you can call me the Producer yeah
Bring your girls to the studio, We'll make a movie
All the things you'd never do before, but now you do em
Im on hoe patrol, going stupid with the whole patron
Counting provolone, that fancy cheese
Shorty out the streets
Baby put your costume on and we can play police
Put your hands up girl, Ima put you in some handcuffs
And knock it out the park with some motherfuckin back-shots
Back rubs by the fire place
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
So baby what's it gon' be, Who you gon' choose
I done seen it all so what's to prove
Baby take a shot and get loose, take off them shoes
And you can leave your clothes up out the room
So let's do it, Put it on me babe
There's finesse to it, I'll go in all the way
I hit your G-spot girl
Got you screaming out my name
Don't let the heat out girl
Yeah we steaming up the panes
Of the windows
A nigga go where the wind blows
Shorty when you coming with me
I really wanna see where you go
When you leave
I watch your hm, and you clapping them two cheeks
I slide like toosie
So baby girl jump in the two-seater... yeah
Back rubs by the fire place
Get it missionary back to basics
I get it again
Baby you gon' come and ride on it
Backwoods for the mind state, clean slate
Go and bring your friends baby
We gon' have a three-way
Baby you gon' come and grind on it
Credits
Writer(s): Soul Payne
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